
The moon, a few stars and the grim reaper. La lámpara maravillosa. 1916.
I love–and cannot express what my love is, how it varies, though I waste it–
“We must love the moon over the lake of our soul and make our meditations over the magnificent abyss of full-blown sunsets because it colors everything. It colors the music of our eyes.”
Federico García Lorca, from a letter to Adriano del Valle written c. 1918